peculiar siskin backorder::
That is crazy, he told himself, and then he heard thought he did - a little rustling sound, the sound of a womans starched skirt, perhaps, brushing lightly against the wall.
At last, as he had begun to think she had just sailed off into oblivion forever with no fuss or fanfare, she lowered the trap and went on as if she had never stopped speaking.
At last, as he had begun to think she had just sailed off into oblivion forever with no fuss or fanfare, she lowered the trap and went on as if she had never stopped speaking.
concarne_con - 30. Mai, 12:38